Chapter 975: Untitled

"Buddhism lost an Earth Immortal Realm expert; they will certainly come to investigate." "Once we leave, what will happen to these people?"

"Those from Buddhism, I don't think they look like good people; it is very likely they will take their anger out on these people." In any case, Zhang Liang currently has no good feelings toward those from Buddhism.

And after these things happened, he felt that Buddhism would likely not be like other immortal sects; these Demonic Path-like methods, in Zhang Liang's view, made Buddhism no different from the Demonic Path.

Who knows if, after they leave, the people from Buddhism who come to investigate will kill these people to take revenge.

In any case, Zhang Liang feels that these Buddhists have no morality to speak of; as immortals themselves, standing high above, they do not treat mortals as human beings.

Buddhism is even more so.

He estimates that once they leave, this village of over a thousand people will likely not have a single survivor.

"So you are prepared to wait here, waiting for that Daluluohan to come knocking?"

Su Fan heard this and naturally knew Zhang Liang's worries.

In his heart, he actually did not care; whether or not to save these thousand people depended on his mood.

Of course, if it weren't for them, these thousand people might not have met with disaster; if they really died, it would be because they were implicated by them, though he would not feel any shame.

He has seen it all before.

In this world, it is always the law of the jungle.

The masses, ordinary mortals, are like blades of grass; living might be their greatest requirement.

Yet this is not easy.

This world is just this cruel; they do not even have any protection.

After all, a battle between a few Refining Spirit cultivators can cause thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of casualties.

A beast at the Earth Immortal Realm can easily swallow a city of hundreds of thousands or even a million people.

Such things, while not happening all the time, have indeed occurred.

Ordinary commoners in Nanzhan Buzhou have such low protection for their lives.

Even Su Fan is powerless to change it; what can he change?

Can he wipe out the entire monster race?

Can he make the sect cultivators of Nanzhan Buzhou all become police for the Human Race, protecting their lives at all times?

Even in later generations, it is difficult, though later generations do their best.

But in this world, it is impossible; ordinary mortals in this world are just like ants, like blades of grass.

How much can he and Zhang Liang change? Only a tiny bit.

All they can do is have a clear conscience.

So he had no hesitation and nodded.

Waiting for the next people from Buddhism.

As for the mortals in the village, Su Fan cast the Breeze Transforming into Rain Technique, enveloping the entire village.

After this Magic Technique of his, the entire village will be free from disaster and illness in the future, and the village will have favorable weather.

Then he dismissed them.

More than ten days later.

"They're here."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several streaks of rainbow-like light sped over from the distance.

Su Fan's Divine Sense is about the same as Gai Nie's, and he sensed them immediately.

Sensing the arrivals, the corners of Su Fan's mouth curled up slightly; it was indeed just as he had expected.

The few bald monks who arrived were all at the Heavenly Immortal level, and the strongest was a True Immortal; the fat monk leading them had a gloomy face.

Immediately, he sensed Zhang Liang and the others, and his expression became even gloomier.

"Amitabha! This poor monk, Zhi Zhen, greets several fellow Daoists."

Although gloomy, the monk still greeted Zhang Liang and the others.

"So it is Monk Zhi Zhen."

Seeing this, Zhang Liang returned a Confucian greeting; although he did not like Buddhism, one does not hit a smiling face, and since this monk offered a greeting, as a disciple of Confucianism, he naturally would not do anything rude.

After all, propriety is what their Confucianism advocates.

"I am Zhang Liang of Confucianism."

"Confucianism!"

Zhi Zhen's brows twitched secretly; he really had not expected to run into Confucianism.

He had heard of Confucianism.

After all, Buddhism hopes to travel east in the future; they not only want to preach in Nanzhan Buzhou, but they also hope to preach in Jiuzhou.

After all, that is the base camp of the Human Race; only by preaching in the Jiuzhou dynasties can the eastward journey of Buddhism be considered a true success.

Therefore, Buddhism is quite concerned about Jiuzhou; they will not easily let go of any situation in Jiuzhou.

Buddhism naturally understands the Hundred Schools of Thought.

The Human Race's strength surged again after the Hundred Schools of Thought.

As one of the Hundred Schools of Thought and one of the prominent teachings of the Three Teachings, Confucianism may not be valued in the Great Qin, but that does not mean Confucianism is weak.

The strength of Confucianism is still decent.

Especially that Kong Shengren of Confucianism, who is quite extraordinary, with the cultivation of a Quasi-Saint.

Tathagata Buddha even once said that the strength of that Kong Sheng is unfathomable.

Naturally, they would not doubt Tathagata Buddha.

With such a powerful Saint as their backing, naturally no one underestimates Confucianism; besides this, Confucianism also has many sages at the Daluo level.

This level of strength, even in the ancient era, would not be considered poor among the Ten Thousand Races, let alone in the present day.

Regarding this, the Buddhism naturally would not underestimate it; on the contrary, they would attach even greater importance to it.

There is no help for it; in the future, their Buddhism must travel east to spread the Dao in the Jiuzhou Dynasty, so they naturally cannot avoid dealing with the Hundred Schools of Thought.

After all, spreading the Dao is equivalent to competing with these people, and as it happens, their Buddhism are outsiders, many of whom are not of the Human Race.

Competing against these local Hundred Schools of Thought is clearly even more difficult; if they do not understand their opponents in detail, they will inevitably be flustered in the future.

As for Zhi Zhen and his group, who are the vanguard for the Buddhism, they are not cannon fodder; rather, they all have some brains.

Otherwise, they would not have come up with the idea of driving away demonic beasts and then having the monk Zhi Xing step forward to play the good guy.

They have brains, but unfortunately, they did not use them in the right place.

"So it is a benefactor from the Confucianism."

"This poor monk offers his greetings."

After a Buddhist chant, Zhi Zhen then slowly said: "This place is peaceful and harmonious; it seems that you few have achieved merit through the teachings of the Confucianism."

Zhi Zhen the monk felt some curiosity in his heart regarding the sudden appearance of the Confucianism here, but Zhi Xing and his group had died suddenly, and after investigation, it was right in this vicinity.

He could not help but suspect that the death of Zhi Xing and the others was related to these people before him.

His cultivation was higher than Zhi Xing's, having already reached the late stage of True Immortal, so he could naturally perceive Zhang Liang's cultivation.

He knew that if Zhang Liang wanted to kill Zhi Xing, Zhi Xing would not have been able to escape.

Therefore, he spoke to probe him.

"Monk, you do not need to probe me."

"Monk, you have come to investigate the deaths of those few monks from before, haven't you?"

"I can tell you that those bald donkeys are dead; they are right here, dead at my hands."

Zhang Liang's words caused Zhi Zhen the monk's expression to shock, and immediately after, his face turned cold in a flash, his gloomy face almost dripping with water.

"Benefactors, this is not the time for jokes."

"Do you think I am joking with you?" Zhang Liang glanced at the other party and said indifferently.

His tone was filled with disdain.